dolorous interludes.

"hey now hey now, dont dream its over..."
hey you. a thought struck me last night and i felt more vulnberable than ever. remember what you said once, " when im with you its like being is a totally different world"? this comment was with reference to us being so apart from our normal day to day lives each time we'r together. thing is, while it used to be a problem in those innucuous days, it suddenly struck me as being "the perfected moments", where when you'r with someone, the world lives on its own, at that very second, at the edge of preciousness so far off from the normality of everyday life. this is the kind of passionate love i want to live for; to have.

perhaps those days were so much more intense because of our youth. when one is young, everything is beautiful, fresh, lovely and to be embraced. these days, i am only tired, weathered, cynical, and doubtful of everything.

then, is this cause of jadedness or the absence of our love now lost?

the day you left was the day i grew wiser. yet, wisdom leads to fatigue, and a pinch of cynicism; we attribute everything in life to "the way it should be, the ways of the world".

i need you to open up your heart to me soon; i need to know if there is a place for me at all in it. these years of never knowing, always guessing, is painful. i only tell you this: that despite everything, i think of you daily; this is my truth.

posted by voyeur @ 9/06/2003 01:01:00 PM